Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
When I look out the window I see you play You grow bigger Each and every day I remember when you were smaller Not very big at all
By Sadie Dalton9 years ago in Poets
She's a diamond. I want to mine her, body and soul. She's a sea and I have to swim in her ocean. She's magic. As quickly as she came she disappeared, and I am under her spell.
By Jim Samsa9 years ago in Poets
Marriage is never a happily ever after, Fairy tales are deceitful that way, Fight like lions we will, A rift may come between us at times,
By Solis Luna9 years ago in Poets
Nature did bring forth a lot of wonderful things Birds, flowers, men, women, queen and kings But of all these things, there was an ultimate creation
By Harydo Neon9 years ago in Poets
my legs, intertwined with yours. your hands, grazing against the soft hairs on my back. two hearts, beating rapidly beside each other.
By jenny alexander9 years ago in Poets
The second oldest of six, She grew up in the same town as me but with a lot less Before this town was made such a mess, Before all the drugs, violence, and murders we brought into the mix
By Leticia Paniagua9 years ago in Poets
Splitting inside, Going insane Testing the lies, living in pain Alone in the woods, hear me now Calling to you, without a sound
By Chris Gingerich9 years ago in Poets
My feelings for you are still apparent You took my broken spirit and tried to repair it I thank you for caring when no one else decided to
By Nick Lemle9 years ago in Poets
Shall it be love that i feel for thee so? Our hearts do crave to be ever so near I stand here begging that you never go I cannot go on without you dear
By kristen9 years ago in Poets
Two hearts that beats as one, making their love first and second to none. Two hearts that spread their joy across the land,
By Charles McIntyre9 years ago in Poets
I take it out And blow the dust Your words are the ones I trust Its been a while But I never forgot How great your phrases change my life
By Maya Ann9 years ago in Poets
I didn't understand what was happening.. the terms I couldn't grip. Every day was the same as before.. My memory had begun to slip.
By Russ snyder9 years ago in Poets
